Charlie’s new pics, 09/06:

Freya Mavor dans “il était une seconde fois”:

   

Joséphine Jobert dans “le temps est assassin”:

 

Caterina Murino dans “le temps est assassin”:

Fleur Geffrier dans “à l’intérieur”:

Florence Thomassin dans “à l’intérieur”:

Elise Tielrooy dans “la mémoire de l’eau”:

Amandine Pigassou dans “Alex Hugo”:

(French version)

(archives)

“Biden got the time period, the location, the heroic act, the type of medal, the military branch and the rank of the recipient wrong, as well as his own role in the ceremony.” 

The Washington Post, August 29, 2019

“I swear as a Biden, I was standing on the battlefield at Camlann Plain, when Mordred began clearing the foliage with napalm and strafing King Arthur’s forces with tactical nukes. Brian Williams was there; he’ll back me up. After the battle, I pinned a medal on Arthur’s top knight, Sergeant York, when he begged me to stop and give the medal instead to Bob Hope for all he did for the troops.”

Nice!

But I had to look her up, which shows you how little I know about fashion. Apparently she’s a really big deal in that world.

Chiara Ferragni is an Italian fashion blogger, influencer, designer and entrepreneur who has collaborated with fashion and beauty brands through her blog The Blonde Salad. In September 2017, Ferragni was ranked first on the Forbes “Top Fashion Influencers” list.

Wikipedia

What a .gif! One of the greatest nude performances of this or any other century in a film I called “Shakespeare in Lust.” I chose this #4 on my personal list of the best nude scenes in the first decade of the century.

I just wondered whatever happened to that Shakespeare dude, because I haven’t seen him in years. It turns out I just don’t watch the right shows. He’s on The Handmaid’s Tale, which is a popular show, but one I don’t watch.

Mélanie Laurent in Je vais bien, ne t’en fais pas, whatever that means. (2006).

(Something like “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”)

I wouldn’t claim to have much talent for it, but I really love European languages, and have studied many, but I really wish I had also taken French in school. It always bewilders me, even though French and English have some common vocab.

Of the languages I did try to learn, the hardest was Hungarian. I made almost zero progress and just gave up on it when I worked in Hungary. There are Hungarians that speak German, English or Russian, but not enough for me to survive there. Fortunately I found a Hungarian girlfriend who speaks German, and she translated for me. Not only is Hungarian from a completely separate language family as the languages I know (Slavic, Romance, Germanic), with almost totally separate vocabulary, but it also incorporates some atypical grammatical practices that make it difficult to construct “on the fly” unless you are a native speaker and do it automatically.

Ms. Robbie takes a shower in the beloved cinema treasure, I.C.U. She was 18 when it was filmed.

The writer/director, Aash Aaron, finishes pretty close to the bottom of IMDb’s ratings. He earned a 2.4 for this movie, and a 2.6 for an earlier film called Vigilante, also starring Margot Robbie. That was quite an auspicious start to his career! Of course it was also the start of her career, and she seems to have done OK.

On the other hand, he must be very close to the top in alphabetical order, whether it is ordered by first or last name.

Speaking of alphabetical order:

When I was a kid there were two guys who competed to get the last entry in the Rochester phone book every year. One would be named Zzy Zzyrski, so the next year the other guy would have a new number, and he’d be listed under Stanley Zzzyk, or something like that, so old Zzy would get a different number, add some more z’s to his name, and reclaim the bottom spot the following year. (I’ve made up those exact names, but the story is otherwise essentially true.)

Looking for weird stuff in the phone book was just one of those little things that made it fun for me and my friend, Mike Dwyer, to grow up. At one point he called me “Zizzy Zizzuriski,” which is how we imagined old Zzy pronounced his name. We’d look for people with odd names and call them with annoying questions in which we pretended to misunderstand who they were. We’d call up a guy named Karp, e.g., and tell him we wanted to buy some carp for our parents. We’d look to see if any local TV personalities had listed numbers, then make nuisance calls to them. Man, we were assholes. My favorite was when we called the guy who was the announcer of the local pro wrestling broadcasts and asked him if we could watch the rehearsals. (This was back in the days when they were still pretending the results were not scripted.) We actually managed to get the guy quite flustered when we started to ask him tough questions, like “OK, we know how the referee could have missed the guy pulling a blackjack from his shorts. After all, that manager was distracting him. But how could you miss it when we could see it on your broadcast? And why don’t you guys just play the tape for the referee?”

Those people in the Bahamas must have some seriously weak minds. Marianne is kind of the nation’s designated wack-job, isn’t she?

That strategy is brilliant. Or we could use a nuclear bomb. No, the mind thing is better. It least it won’t do any harm.

The Onion had a funny take on this: Marianne Williamson Deletes Tweets About Using Mind To Control Weather After Realizing Nation Unprepared To Wield Such Great Power